I was going to write a factual account on how my computer's hard drive went Kaput but then decided that I'd rather not relieve the tragedy. Suficited to say I will have to work double time in order to download all I lost and repeat some pictures that I took in SL. (I'm getting depressed just writing about it.) So I'd rather just give my audience what I promised, a good story about my avatar's adventures in SL. I have only one avatar but she has two different persona's. If your lucky I might explain something about that later. In the meanwhile..........
A Tale of Two Ladies
"Elosie, have you packed my backpack?" I looked around my cabinet for my revolver and gun belt. I have already chosen my outfit. My communications channel was chuck full of invites to one outing or another but I decided to ignore them. I was told by my destination guide that there was a newfangled device for riding the water. I think it's called a Speedboat. A boat that moves faster than a steamboat or tram? By dingo I'm there!
"Crickey! Elosie, can you stop hovering around and hand me my backpack! Lord you about as useful as a stocking with a hole in it!" Elosie, my maid just quietly smiles. It's all she can do as she is nothing but an automaton, what they call here in this land of Othello a bot. She is programmed to be of service but as far as I can see all she's here for is company. I should have gotten a dog but in the other lands here abouts them dogs are too darn expensive. Expensive to buy and expensive to feed and maintain. I have a tiger, name Tigger, but what he eats ain't worth mentioning. But hey if trespassers want to trespass ain't nothing I can do. I strap on my leg belt, shove in my other revolver. I'm off! Don't ask me how the transporter works. You'd have to ask my Great-Great-Great-Great-(well you get the point, way too many greats)-Grandfather H.G Well. And unless you've got an Ouija handy, your fare out of luck. So then I'm off!
I enter a hot yet dry land with a nothing for company but two or three creatures native to this land. Costa Rica is what this land is called and all that greets me is above mentioned creatures and a Ranger Station with no Rangers. Well there are the speedboats looks a bit dicey though. They are half in half out in the water and no driver. Luckily for me I have a pilot's license but as the sign says all I have to do is sit and wait I'm gonna.
Twenty minutes later I'm still awaiting. Damn it all! So much for my ride! But it is a pleasant country nontheless. Hot as hell though! Jesus on the cross it's hot! Green, dry, but for a beautiful waterfall. Yet all of a sudden I'm thirsty. As the Ranger Station has no fountain I've decided to explore a bit. No path but what I make though the brush I climb the hill passing by the one bench. Though there is shade aplenty I still wipe my neck with a handkerchief.
I've reached the top of the hill that might has well be a bloody mountian only to be warned out of the land I passed by an automatic notice. "You have entered a private area! You have 10 seconds to leave or be ejected!" To be ejected?! Ten s econds!? I best to sclapa!
Down the hill I tumble not knowing where I'm going and still to not know where I be as the mechanism that warned me tossed me even further away from where I started. Bloody hell! I look about me and can do nothing else but look about me. I find myself a half a mile away from the Rangers' Station. Just ducky! So I walk again into the dry heat of Costa Rica mumbling curses that would make the dear Auntie th at raised me blush.
I arrive to a picnic table complete with picnic basket. Well this is nice! Exhausted I rest on the connected bench and peek into the basket. Inside there lied a turkey sandwich, a bottle of wine, and a cold piece of cheery tart. Some say wine does not slackin your thirst but I'll not complain. Oh what a pretty chalice I find in the basket! I pour the wine and sip in pleasure. My pleasure broken by a monkey! And what a monkey! From the visage on his face he looks like a Capuchin Monkey. This little devil had the nerve to peek he's head in the basket. The devil take the miserable thing! It tried to take my sandwich! I threw a tomato slice at him in hopes that he leave me alone. Cheeky thing took the tomato slice looking like all the world like an innocent babe.
After he ate his slice he looked to me to give him more of my sandwich. I stuck out my tongue and preceded to continue eating. The rogue gave me a soulful look and I eased onto my knees onto the picnic table. Teasingly I chewed my sandwich making loving smacking sounds with my mouth. "Hmm, hmm, yummy." Oh how I teased him! But oh you've never heard a louder cacophony than when you hear a Capuchin monkey howl. "O.k, O.k, sweetie stop your howling! Here!" I took a cherry from inside my pie and gave him one as I had finished my sandwich and felt a wee bit guilty. Poor mite! But of course I was being more kind than cruel for this little darling is a wild creature and should be eating the natural fruits of this area. Not a piece of Turkey or Tomato much less cheery.
Wiping my hands on my shirt I leave the table only to have the little monster follow me. "Shoo, go to your tree you blinking blighter!" Yet still he follows but I dodge him as the door closes on him by the Ranger Station. His screeches rending the air as I exit through the other door. Back at the dock I am. Just where I started and no way to get across to that blessed waterfall but to fly. (Yes I can do that. Don't ask me how I gained that power for I know only that the machine that brought me here to these lands gave me the power to survive these lands.) I do so hate it but I have no full choice. Not that I'm afraid of heights nor I'm I so missish as to be afraid of falling. No it's just that I'm not so an expert at it. I tend to bash into trees and miss boulders by a Mississippi mile! Ha, ha! So I fly and again nearly miss said promontories splashing into the cool pool of water. Wet am I and par for the course as usual I climb out of said pool and sally home. Anyone want a monkey? The little fellow went around the station and swam to meet me only to follow in my wake. Damn creature! I jest but still he's driving me nuts!
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The Lady MAR
"Crickey! Elosie, can you stop hovering around and hand me my backpack! Lord you about as useful as a stocking with a hole in it!" Elosie, my maid just quietly smiles. It's all she can do as she is nothing but an automaton, what they call here in this land of Othello a bot. She is programmed to be of service but as far as I can see all she's here for is company. I should have gotten a dog but in the other lands here abouts them dogs are too darn expensive. Expensive to buy and expensive to feed and maintain. I have a tiger, name Tigger, but what he eats ain't worth mentioning. But hey if trespassers want to trespass ain't nothing I can do. I strap on my leg belt, shove in my other revolver. I'm off! Don't ask me how the transporter works. You'd have to ask my Great-Great-Great-Great-(well you get the point, way too many greats)-Grandfather H.G Well. And unless you've got an Ouija handy, your fare out of luck. So then I'm off!
I enter a hot yet dry land with a nothing for company but two or three creatures native to this land. Costa Rica is what this land is called and all that greets me is above mentioned creatures and a Ranger Station with no Rangers. Well there are the speedboats looks a bit dicey though. They are half in half out in the water and no driver. Luckily for me I have a pilot's license but as the sign says all I have to do is sit and wait I'm gonna.
Twenty minutes later I'm still awaiting. Damn it all! So much for my ride! But it is a pleasant country nontheless. Hot as hell though! Jesus on the cross it's hot! Green, dry, but for a beautiful waterfall. Yet all of a sudden I'm thirsty. As the Ranger Station has no fountain I've decided to explore a bit. No path but what I make though the brush I climb the hill passing by the one bench. Though there is shade aplenty I still wipe my neck with a handkerchief.
I've reached the top of the hill that might has well be a bloody mountian only to be warned out of the land I passed by an automatic notice. "You have entered a private area! You have 10 seconds to leave or be ejected!" To be ejected?! Ten s econds!? I best to sclapa!
Down the hill I tumble not knowing where I'm going and still to not know where I be as the mechanism that warned me tossed me even further away from where I started. Bloody hell! I look about me and can do nothing else but look about me. I find myself a half a mile away from the Rangers' Station. Just ducky! So I walk again into the dry heat of Costa Rica mumbling curses that would make the dear Auntie th at raised me blush.
I arrive to a picnic table complete with picnic basket. Well this is nice! Exhausted I rest on the connected bench and peek into the basket. Inside there lied a turkey sandwich, a bottle of wine, and a cold piece of cheery tart. Some say wine does not slackin your thirst but I'll not complain. Oh what a pretty chalice I find in the basket! I pour the wine and sip in pleasure. My pleasure broken by a monkey! And what a monkey! From the visage on his face he looks like a Capuchin Monkey. This little devil had the nerve to peek he's head in the basket. The devil take the miserable thing! It tried to take my sandwich! I threw a tomato slice at him in hopes that he leave me alone. Cheeky thing took the tomato slice looking like all the world like an innocent babe.
After he ate his slice he looked to me to give him more of my sandwich. I stuck out my tongue and preceded to continue eating. The rogue gave me a soulful look and I eased onto my knees onto the picnic table. Teasingly I chewed my sandwich making loving smacking sounds with my mouth. "Hmm, hmm, yummy." Oh how I teased him! But oh you've never heard a louder cacophony than when you hear a Capuchin monkey howl. "O.k, O.k, sweetie stop your howling! Here!" I took a cherry from inside my pie and gave him one as I had finished my sandwich and felt a wee bit guilty. Poor mite! But of course I was being more kind than cruel for this little darling is a wild creature and should be eating the natural fruits of this area. Not a piece of Turkey or Tomato much less cheery.
Wiping my hands on my shirt I leave the table only to have the little monster follow me. "Shoo, go to your tree you blinking blighter!" Yet still he follows but I dodge him as the door closes on him by the Ranger Station. His screeches rending the air as I exit through the other door. Back at the dock I am. Just where I started and no way to get across to that blessed waterfall but to fly. (Yes I can do that. Don't ask me how I gained that power for I know only that the machine that brought me here to these lands gave me the power to survive these lands.) I do so hate it but I have no full choice. Not that I'm afraid of heights nor I'm I so missish as to be afraid of falling. No it's just that I'm not so an expert at it. I tend to bash into trees and miss boulders by a Mississippi mile! Ha, ha! So I fly and again nearly miss said promontories splashing into the cool pool of water. Wet am I and par for the course as usual I climb out of said pool and sally home. Anyone want a monkey? The little fellow went around the station and swam to meet me only to follow in my wake. Damn creature! I jest but still he's driving me nuts!
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The Lady MARI know not why I bother. It takes her a day to do the work of one hour. As I ask her to ready my dress for the day she hovers as I take my bath. Good lord! "Eloise do get about your work for I have mine to do. The house must be ready for guest will come by next week and I will not have them see a bare house. Get you a going bot!" She blinks at me and waits. Bother! I come out of my tub as naked as the lord made me and wait in my chamber chair for my dress. Camella is called the style. I bought it from this lovely boutique called Rag Dollz. Many of my most stylish outfits come from this modiste. I'd be fit to be called no less a Lady then to wear clothes from any other. Although I have ballgowns and gowns a plenty from House of Alisha. She had the strangest location. One feels as if one is at the court of the Czar of Russia for some reason and are surrounded by dancing court bots.
It is where I found Eloise. Found I say but really I percured her for a goodly sum. Not that I would buy a human being for such a some as it would do discredit to my ancestors on my mother's side of the family. Such as she is Elosie is a bot. A mechanism made for service. The saying good help is so hard to find must have been invented in this fair land. One day I might share the story but as I am far to busy in adventures and what not I can only write in my Journal that my Uncle had hidden away in his basement a vertical most strange and I being a curious maiden took it upon myself to read my ten times Great Uncle's Journal. Putting together the pieces of a broken invention I made or shall I say remade my Great Uncle's Time machine. I was promised to a Lord A------- to marry. Leave it to say that I was not in of a mind to marry. Lord or thief for that matter I didn't care a jot for marrying anyone to be fair. Least of all a big fat idiot! Sigh but I do go on.
Elosie finally gets me dressed and to house work I go. A Miss. Rabid Cheetah sold me this here parcel and I am fit to be grateful but she has strange habits. She place exploding bots on a parcel that I promised to procure from her and has placed a mechanism that as far as I can tell produces foul spillage. I think she jests with me but I can not for the lief of me get the joke. The best I can do with the help of my strong bot and powers strange place a beautiful waterfall by the front gate. Not being able to stand the strange smells I go inside my home and go about my business.
The kitchen has yet to be set and I had to order my meals via a computerized placemat. Steak with potato and corn on the cob is my meal and I wash it down with an iced tea. Elosie gently reminds me that I must place a stove if I insist on entertaining company and though she nags me mightily I have to agree despite her. So I pull from the inventory the equipment for the Kitchen and wa la a stove appears. Oh this will not do! My guest eye will lead their eyes straight into my planned Kitchen. "And what will Madam do for staples?" Eloise asks. Oh dear she is right. Bother! I must fetch my parasol and hat to go thither to the shops. I scan and search my mechanized laptop and found a land that has some housewares. Sacre Bleu is the name of it and off I wend. I arrive to a shop which fronted a waterfall and a dock that lends to a beautiful lagoon. On by the dock was a Gondola which lended a pleasant visage to the shop front. Some beds and some candles were for sale but alas no foodstuffs or equipment for cooking. Now how is Eloise to prepare my meals if no equipment for cooking is at hand?
As pleasant as the store looked I have no need for candles. So I search and found another land which store promised Western and Victorian wares. Griss is it's name and so I planned my trip accordingly. I exit the store and was taken by my more adventurist spirit and decided to take a Gondola ride. My guest won't be arrive till a fortnight as best so I saw no reason to worry about delay. I step inside and though it is a tight fit I paddle my way down the lagoon. I meet a covered dock and transport myself on to it. What an ingauging ride! Having my fun I turn only to find myself stuck. "Oh dear!" I cry until I spy a clear way to a spot on the floor in this covered dock. "Enough of this nonsense. I must get on." I mumble to myself and transportate to my next location.
Oh what a delightful little town! Two stores were in front of me one on my left and another on my right. As it was nearing twilight in this land I could not see which store had which what I needed. Ah, one store says Furniture and the other says? Well there is only one way to find out! I go in and what meets my eyes but a common Western General Store! Oh I've heard of these places in my many readings about the old west. How charming! And look there is a bag of salt, coffee beans, flour, and such staples as needed for my charming Kitchen in my small cottage! Haza! I procure as much as I can get as my purse can afford and the prices being so cheap I could afford two lamps, a coffee pot, a couple of pies, and a cake tin. Transporting home I could honestly say it was a successful trip.
Eloise was waiting for me as I unpacked and again reminded me of my idea to redecorate. Building a wall in a curve betwixt the stairway and the blinds I created quite a decorative wall with such pretty wallpaper. I hope a receive some compliments to my design savvy or else I'll be humiliated but it does the job. It hides the stove and stores plus lends a pleasant decoration to my cottage. By Jove I'm hungry! Eloise has prepared a lovely bowl of Ice Cream with fruit; (I think it's called a banana split!) and delighted my palate as well as refreshed me. Eloise has taken the Chaise and placed it by the Fountain. I meditate on my day as the water splashes and gurgles watching the sunset as the fountain blocks my view of my neighbors hideous toys. Sigh!
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Well that's it folks. A tale told by one soul but of two minds. I hope you liked it. If you don't well all I can say that in Second Life you make your own adventures as you see fit and I'll do mine. (Though I have to admit that the adventures of Lady MAR was enough to put me to sleep. It was a day to engauge my need to rest. Going from club to club and climbing hills and waterfall pools takes a lot out of a gal. Ta!
The Author
P.S That darn monkey is back at Costa Rica so no worries! ;)
It is where I found Eloise. Found I say but really I percured her for a goodly sum. Not that I would buy a human being for such a some as it would do discredit to my ancestors on my mother's side of the family. Such as she is Elosie is a bot. A mechanism made for service. The saying good help is so hard to find must have been invented in this fair land. One day I might share the story but as I am far to busy in adventures and what not I can only write in my Journal that my Uncle had hidden away in his basement a vertical most strange and I being a curious maiden took it upon myself to read my ten times Great Uncle's Journal. Putting together the pieces of a broken invention I made or shall I say remade my Great Uncle's Time machine. I was promised to a Lord A------- to marry. Leave it to say that I was not in of a mind to marry. Lord or thief for that matter I didn't care a jot for marrying anyone to be fair. Least of all a big fat idiot! Sigh but I do go on.
Elosie finally gets me dressed and to house work I go. A Miss. Rabid Cheetah sold me this here parcel and I am fit to be grateful but she has strange habits. She place exploding bots on a parcel that I promised to procure from her and has placed a mechanism that as far as I can tell produces foul spillage. I think she jests with me but I can not for the lief of me get the joke. The best I can do with the help of my strong bot and powers strange place a beautiful waterfall by the front gate. Not being able to stand the strange smells I go inside my home and go about my business.
The kitchen has yet to be set and I had to order my meals via a computerized placemat. Steak with potato and corn on the cob is my meal and I wash it down with an iced tea. Elosie gently reminds me that I must place a stove if I insist on entertaining company and though she nags me mightily I have to agree despite her. So I pull from the inventory the equipment for the Kitchen and wa la a stove appears. Oh this will not do! My guest eye will lead their eyes straight into my planned Kitchen. "And what will Madam do for staples?" Eloise asks. Oh dear she is right. Bother! I must fetch my parasol and hat to go thither to the shops. I scan and search my mechanized laptop and found a land that has some housewares. Sacre Bleu is the name of it and off I wend. I arrive to a shop which fronted a waterfall and a dock that lends to a beautiful lagoon. On by the dock was a Gondola which lended a pleasant visage to the shop front. Some beds and some candles were for sale but alas no foodstuffs or equipment for cooking. Now how is Eloise to prepare my meals if no equipment for cooking is at hand?
As pleasant as the store looked I have no need for candles. So I search and found another land which store promised Western and Victorian wares. Griss is it's name and so I planned my trip accordingly. I exit the store and was taken by my more adventurist spirit and decided to take a Gondola ride. My guest won't be arrive till a fortnight as best so I saw no reason to worry about delay. I step inside and though it is a tight fit I paddle my way down the lagoon. I meet a covered dock and transport myself on to it. What an ingauging ride! Having my fun I turn only to find myself stuck. "Oh dear!" I cry until I spy a clear way to a spot on the floor in this covered dock. "Enough of this nonsense. I must get on." I mumble to myself and transportate to my next location.
Oh what a delightful little town! Two stores were in front of me one on my left and another on my right. As it was nearing twilight in this land I could not see which store had which what I needed. Ah, one store says Furniture and the other says? Well there is only one way to find out! I go in and what meets my eyes but a common Western General Store! Oh I've heard of these places in my many readings about the old west. How charming! And look there is a bag of salt, coffee beans, flour, and such staples as needed for my charming Kitchen in my small cottage! Haza! I procure as much as I can get as my purse can afford and the prices being so cheap I could afford two lamps, a coffee pot, a couple of pies, and a cake tin. Transporting home I could honestly say it was a successful trip.
Eloise was waiting for me as I unpacked and again reminded me of my idea to redecorate. Building a wall in a curve betwixt the stairway and the blinds I created quite a decorative wall with such pretty wallpaper. I hope a receive some compliments to my design savvy or else I'll be humiliated but it does the job. It hides the stove and stores plus lends a pleasant decoration to my cottage. By Jove I'm hungry! Eloise has prepared a lovely bowl of Ice Cream with fruit; (I think it's called a banana split!) and delighted my palate as well as refreshed me. Eloise has taken the Chaise and placed it by the Fountain. I meditate on my day as the water splashes and gurgles watching the sunset as the fountain blocks my view of my neighbors hideous toys. Sigh!
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Well that's it folks. A tale told by one soul but of two minds. I hope you liked it. If you don't well all I can say that in Second Life you make your own adventures as you see fit and I'll do mine. (Though I have to admit that the adventures of Lady MAR was enough to put me to sleep. It was a day to engauge my need to rest. Going from club to club and climbing hills and waterfall pools takes a lot out of a gal. Ta!
The Author
P.S That darn monkey is back at Costa Rica so no worries! ;)
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